Crashed Out Soft Landing

Instead of studying furiously like a beaver running away from a drunken platypus, time was instead spent reading up on some comics laying on the table in bags. Things seemed to start off on the right note until music of a lyrical nature played in the classical station. Sitting down to write like a madman all the relevant knowledge of the past few months. Every minute or so the entire arm would just cramp up. The palms would not stop sweating, and the desire to just stand up and remove the batteries from the clock on the wall was crippling. A couple of hours after the ordeal and a fellow runs past after waking up late and realising the date.

Oh the hilarity.

Hungry.

Soon Van

Friday, 28 June 2002 - 00:35

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